The Chronicle of a Reformed Feminist Killjoy

Contents of My Purse.

There’s an old cliche about the psychological assumptions that can be made about a woman after examining the contents of her purse.

I once dated a guy for years and true to the end of our relationship, he flat out refused to go through my purse, no matter the situation. He would go through my emails, my Facebook, and my phone, but ironically never my purse.

So without further ado here are, listed in the order I discovered them, the filthy contents of my purse.

One wallet.

One smaller purse. (Yes, I carry a small purse inside a big purse in addition to a wallet)